Knat Smoke

The long day is over and the work is all done,
We sit to watch the setting sun.

Out to the smokehouse to get an old shirt,
Find an old can and pour out the dirt.

The children all gather to anticipate fun,
While Grandmother's work has just begun.

She grabs a match from one of the men,
Holds out the shirt so the fire can begin.

Quickly the fire consumes the old cloth,
While flying away we see a large moth.

Grandmother stuffs the old shirt in the can,
And a bellow of smoke around us began,

To choke off the insects, so away they flew,
And if you got in the smoke it would choke you too.

It's placed in the yard, in front of everyone,
So our evening activities have officially begun.

The plume of smoke would follow each kid as they ran
In circles of fun around the old can.

The adults all sat and talked of the day,
While Granddaddy chased the dogs and cat away.

When bedtime came near and they told the last joke,
Fresh water from the spring would end the smoke.

Yes, it's offical, the evening has come to an end,
Now the knats may return and take over again.